My entire life,
I’ve fought for the spare:
The chance and the why
Of the samurai
Who would die
For right,
And, even when wrongfully lit,
Fight for what is rare,
Barely there.
Happiness, I swear,
And being fit with honor,
Is all there ever was—
All there is
‘Neath Heaven’s air.
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Nice poem. right to the point too.
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Thank you, Crystal. I usually don’t know exactly what a poem will look like when I begin. This one was just a poke at an idea in the moment it was done. I appreciate your readership and, as much, your following on with a comment…means a great deal to me. Have a great week!
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